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A sharp breath slips through my teeth and turns to gold.
Falling to the ground in a heap;
One touch and i’ll turn to Amber,
A golden statue.
Gleaming skin and glittery hair.
A new form of life.
I want your gently fury,
A dive into liquid fire;
Heart blazing like bright chrome,
As I shimmer in the light.
Blooming irises meet and touch me.
I plead.
Make me like you give me your Midas touch.
